True to his word <br />He returned a bit later <br />When he took her arm <br />She could sense his good nature <br /> <br />They walked and they talked <br />He asked her her name <br />She told him 'Desire', <br />From 'Desiree' came <br /> <br />She knew better <br />Than to solicit outright <br />Preferring to let him <br />Decide what was right <br /> <br />As they walked, they came <br />To an all night cafe <br />He took her inside <br />And ordered lattes <br /> <br />He listened intently <br />As she chatted away <br />He could tell she was nervous <br />By what she didn't say <br /> <br />She didn't state the obvious <br />He was a cop-she was a date <br />She asked not his intentions <br />Nor what was her fate <br /> <br />She explained in brief <br />About her life <br />The hard knocks she'd taken <br />The anguish, the strife <br /> <br />She couldn't help wondering <br />What was his game? <br />But there was attraction there, <br />Just the same <br /> <br />When he walked her home <br />She appeared quite shy <br />There was an innocence there <br />That he couldn't buy <br /> <br />He gave her a peck <br />On the top of her head <br />Gave her one hundred dollars <br />And tucked her in bed <br /> <br />As he left her apartment <br />He blew her a kiss <br />And muttered some words <br />That she couldn't miss <br /> <br />'There's a lifetime of love <br />And a future so sweet <br />Please end this all now... <br />Don't go back to the street' <br /> <br />Part 4 to follow...<br /><br />Dee Daffodil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-streetwalker-named-desire-part-3/
